Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.